Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

behind the baking soda,” he called back, his voice muffled by the pantry door. “Give me just a minute.”

I stood up and carried my empty blue ceramic mug into the kitchen, intending to rinse it in the sink before the cider was ready.

Arthur was standing by the stove, stirring the dark liquid with a wooden spoon, his back to me. His primary phone sat on continue reading …